Acadia

Wednesday, 14 July 2010 23:15

We are in the province of New Brunswick. We planned to go up the Acadian coast about ten days. We are entering a region where people speak French, a french which currently is a mixture of French and English words in the whole emphasis impressive. Here, we apparently do not differentiate between you and you. That's cool, but it still surprises, especially when the cashier asks "as-tu un numéro de membre ?" (Translation: you have the card of the store?) Or over the counter of the bank they ask you "salut, ça va bien ? ... waaou tu viens d'france, là" you know the accent Beri? Well, there's of that, it looks pretty good.
Historically, the French first landed in this region, before being repulsed by the English, then returned to the service of English or they regained some land. Several towns and villages still stand as Tracadie-Sheila, Grande Anse, Caraquet and claim a French identity while adopting an Anglo-Saxon. They have developed the fishery, particularly the lobster. Along the seacoast there are fish markets where fish and seafood are not very expensive for us French. It was to situate historically the region, at least what I remembered discussing with various people encountered.
Thomas displays since the beginning a French flag behind his bike, and here, most importantly the people make us a sign and we think that challenge has Acadian whose flag is the same as ours with a star in Jaub top left. And here, in addition to the Canadian flag, we see the flag Acadian and New Brunswick that float in front of almost every house.
Without having planned our move to St. Thomas the day of the feast of Thomas, July 3. Small photo poses to mark the occasion. Mallory wonders if we will not cross a Ste-Mallory one of these days, and we should stall for November 15 ...
A little further, camping at the farm in Maury is on our road. It seems quiet, simple, quick, just what we need. Home by Serge, French. This can be seen immediately by his accent much less pronounced. Thus, we can pass a good time to talk, we learn many things about the area and the Acadians. He moved there ten years to create the first winery in the region. The tone is set, go to six hours for a wine tasting blueberry, elderberry, grape and strawberry. Until we visit the Bouctouche Dunes where a bridge can observe species of protected birds. Later in the evening, we are about two campers who released their guitar for a private concert of country music. The corner and the atmosphere we like good and we decide to stay there the next day for a beach break and naps. Zzzzzzzzz
See you soon
MC